ROFL, my horoscope for today: You’re able to complete outstanding tasks that require your undivided attention, the expert way you’re able to achieve results impresses others, inspiring you to tackle new interesting ideas that turn up. Opportunities arise for you to make collaborative plans and a concerted effort to progress further, whilst utilizing the degree of proficiency expected of you.
Sounds like a plot bunny alert if I every heard one. Makes me a bit nervous of what the rest of the day holds–I’ve already been muckled onto by a few of the rabid little beasts.
I’m still a little Gollum-like about my header and I thought I’d pass along a link to another blog with an Erin Lark header. Anna Zabo writes paranormal MM erotic romance. Her first book, Close Quarter, is published by Loose Id.
Today’s Tuesday Tickle comes from a contemporary MM erotic romance/suspense story, set in the fictional city of Hillsboro. (Gotta love random name generators.) Ross is a high school teacher, on a field trip to the local police academy. Ben is a detective and member of S.W.A.T., currently on medical leave after being shot, and is teaching at the police academy to avoid losing his mind due to boredom.
This scene is a prime example of when the more southern head sneaks out and takes control while the northern head is still trying to figure out how to deal with the situation. Ben asks for a volunteer to try out a simple throw and the students convince Ross to try it out (because nothing makes students happier than seeing their teacher ‘tied in knots’, as Ross would say.)
“I don’t think we’ve really been introduced. I’m Ross.” Ross held out his hand to shake. Ben took it in his and, for an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had narrowed down to that point of contact between them. Glancing up to check out Ross’ expression, he thought he saw the same shock on the other man’s face. Quickly, he broke the contact and gestured towards the center of the mats.
Once there, Ben asked Ross to lie down. It was obvious that he’d never taken any martial arts because, while he dropped to the mat with the ease of youth, he didn’t have Ben’s practiced coordination. Ben stood back for a moment and considered his next moves.
“Okay, so what do I do?” Ross asked, looking up at him. Ben could hardly stand to look. Ross looked like a wet dream come to life, lying there with his legs bent and splayed, brown hair spread out on the mat around his head. Ben’s thoughts started running in circles, substituting a variety of settings for the mat and the suddenly-too-crowded-for-his-taste gym.
Yep, this was a smart idea, Flores. Pretty obvious which head is doing the thinking today. Was he turning into a complete idiot, all for the sake of cocoa colored hair and caribbean eyes? Damn!
Ben licked his lips nervously, watching as Ross’ eyes dropped to Ben’s mouth and he copied the movement of Ben’s tongue. Did he even realize he was doing it? Maybe not; his eyes had that same slightly dazed look that Ben was sure his own had.
Oh, this was such a bad idea. He’d bet it was exactly what a moth felt like flying around a bright light. You didn’t know if it was a flame or just something shiny, but it was so damn pretty, you really didn’t care.
Just a quick introduction to the guys and still pretty much a first draft. Hope you enjoyed it! Friday night’s post is my contribution to The Next Big Thing Blog Hop, where I’m going to talk a bit more about Bite Me Tender and the characters (and I do mean characters–like the crazy ones that show up at family reunions!).
Have a great week!